AnotherRapePoem
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buring ashes
wet cheeks
shaky hands
your hand on my thighs
tight lipped
nightmares
as I drift to sleep
i see your smiles
1,2,3
7,8,9......
12,13,14
tick,tock
I remember it like it was yesterday
your smile your laugh
if only I knew what you'd take from me
maybe it was my fault maybe I could've stopped it
but I now know it doesn't work that way
I'm in the hotel room contemplating my next decision
voices in my head are fighting, all that happens is confusion
left shoulder I have the devil to the right nothing is there
Dear my next lover,
Hello. It is nice to meet you.
I'm a virgin. I’m looking for the right person.
Please, be gentle and kind. You have the be the right person.
I held a rose today
I grasped its thorns aggressively
My ring finger was pricked
As if nature had told me,
“She is far too exquisite to be tainted
by those who do not understand
I was born abeautiful soul
Church fathers called me an 'angel'
Linguists used all words in the dictionary ,
So as to describe me both physically and mentaly
For others i was too good to be true
Tinted yellow eyes lay on my bare legs.
A sleep, fed; drink to many drinks.
Roughly wrinkled hands clenched beneath my hips.
Breaths, deep as his arms were.
Vocals, tangled like his body above mine.
Look,
there’s a reason they call us
“survivors” and “warriors.”
We wake up in the middle of the night,
eyes staring into the glow-in-the-dark stars we pasted long ago
and weep.
You pounded in me until I bled black and blue.
I know your face, but not your name, though I will forever remember you.
I will forever remember your bony white fingers and how they traced against my skin.
The party laying in bed on my phone Stoned drunk and not alone He comes in Normal conversation turns in to a invasion on my personal space A boob squeeze a ass gab His hand touch feels like the cold hardwood floors in the morning of winterI say no
From a young age, we female-bodied people are taught many things:
That our worth will not depend on who we are inside, but instead on
The size of our waists,
Self loathing for feeling like a king
Inside a dream only meant for a kid
Not only does your sharp tongue sting
Somewhere in America
there is a teenage girl
she's wearing her favorite shorts
she is screamed at to cover herself
because some boy may be distracted
we say we frown on rape culture
Ridges on concrete make up the hands you possess
The very same hands that changed my mind process
Birds aren’t like the ones we saw one summer’s eve
Dear 10 year old me,
Just because you got hurt does NOT mean you can wreak havoc on my life now,
I was fifteen and so naive,Didn't know any better,He was eighteen, and seemed so sweet,But he changed like the weather.
Two steps, quick look. Smile.
Count two, three. Faded frown.
Four, person number five; skip the next pace.
Scour the hall; fearful to see his face.
Imgine, still. Burning hazel eyes;
Her body is a canvas , and they are the artists.
They paint her greedily with their brush of lust.
They leave her there to dry ,their artwork hanging like an old discarded object, slowly collecting dust.
